Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Denmark and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Toasters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
Marmalade,
Visage,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Almond,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.